Grey Fluff October 16, 2008Posted by Rusty in Uncategorized.
Tags: Cujo, Hair Cut, Morgan, Work
It’s been a month exactly since I got my hair cut, and quite frankly, it was driving me insane. My hair is heavy and thick, and I have a low forehead, so my hair was constantly falling in my face, or in my eyes and I’d end up tucking it behind my ears, or sticking a headband on. One of the reasons I cut my hair in the first place was because I was sick of sticking my hair behind my ears or putting on a headband! So I went and got it cut today – shorter.
I feel like it’s been “One of those days” all freakin’ week at work this week. Yesterday our QuickBooks stopped working (Gee – it was only a 2005 version – update software much?) so we had to buy a newer version. I couldn’t do any invoices, payments or billing all day, and I was behind, anyway, so my stack of “To be invoiced” was growing. By the time the program was done loading, updating and transferring data from the old version, it was time to go home.
I went in today and got all that work done straight away. We didn’t have any patients, but Doc said he’d be in (I was going to tie him to the computer chair and have him work on charts) so I made a pot of tea, got down to business on my invoices/billing and waited for him to show up. Come almost eleven, I left. I was going to waste the morning sitting there waiting. I didn’t have any more work to do (Well, I suppose I could have filed the insurance EOB’s but there were only 4 of them, so I don’t feel too bad.)
I tried knitting, but ended up dropping stitches, got frustrated, and put it away. This is the fourth time I have ripped out the front of this sweater after knitting about ten inches. If it continues to be such a pain, I’m going to rip out the back that I’ve all ready finished and make something else!
Tuesday Bryce called me at work and told me we had locked the cat in our room. Not too bad in itself, but Morgan is a hunter, and the bird was in our bedroom, as well. I wrote once about Morgan knocking over Cujo’s cage and chasing him around the loft trying to nab herself a quick, tasty meal. I asked Bryce if he could hear Cujo at all, and he said no. (We lock our bedroom door since we got burgled back in April, so Bryce couldn’t let the cat out.) Happily, when I got home and opened the bedroom door Morgie was there waiting to be let out and the bird was sitting on it’s little bird swing rocking back and forth. I praised the cat – though I’m sure she just thought I was a whacko. She meowed in her “Feed me, I’m starving” way and all was well in her world again.
Quote of the Day:
“People who don’t think, probably don’t have brains; rather, they have grey fluff that’s blown into their heads by mistake.”
~Winnie The Pooh